III Jiangshan

The two emperors and concubines broke up unhappy.

Yuan Youqi held back his stomach, and was reminded of the past, feeling extremely uncomfortable, so he simply drove to Fengyi Palace in a fit of anger.

The emperor came and went quickly, and the bath soup just prepared by the maids was still warm, so Yu Jia left just like that.

Fortunately, everyone knows that in the harem, the emperor never goes anywhere except occasionally staying in the Jingning Palace, otherwise the maids serving in the Jingning Palace will really worry about the future of his imperial concubine.

Yuan Youqi left, leaving only a familiar atmosphere in the room.

Feng Rou sat on the couch sluggishly, and coughed fiercely for a while, feeling that both lobes of her lungs were about to be coughed out.

The personal maid serving her was frightened, and while she was busy serving her, she asked for instructions, "Do you want to invite Mr. Lian to show me?"As a result, Feng Rou naturally rejected it.

When mentioning Lianxiang, Fengrou couldn't help thinking of Yuan Youqi; thinking of Yuan Youqi made her cough even worse.

She knew very well that her illness was not that serious at all.To put it bluntly, he was bored in this deep palace, plus he was annoyed by Yuan Youqi's boss who just wanted to welcome Wei Zhen into the palace.

When will such a day end?

Fengrou thought sadly.

In the past, she never expected that one day, she would become a woman who was sad for the spring and autumn.

"Follow me to sit in the garden." Fengrou said to her personal maid.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the night breeze blows gently on the body. It doesn't feel cold, but it makes people feel refreshed. It seems that most of the piles deposited in the chest have been dissipated in the breeze.

Fengrou's mood improved somewhat, she simply sat idle in the garden of Jingning Palace, raised her face and stared at the twinkling stars in the sky, lost in thought.

The maids serving in Jingning Palace are very proper, and they have brought thick clothes for Concubine Feng with winking eyes, so as to resist the cold night.

Fengrou's body became warmer, and her mood became better, and the previous quarrel with Yuan Youqi was gradually forgotten by her.So on a whim, she ordered the maid to make hot tea and fresh snacks. She wanted to take advantage of the early autumn night to enjoy the stars and the moon.

It is said that after entering the palace in the past, Gu Heng also liked to sit in the garden on clear moonlit nights to watch the scenery.

Feng Rou had never done such an elegant thing before, and it was rare for her to think about it today, and unexpectedly felt that such a thing was not as... hypocritical as she thought in the past.

Facing the dark blue starry sky and the bright moon, a person looks extraordinarily small.And the affairs of the world, in such a quiet night where only the sound of insects are heard, seem so indifferent.

Kindness and resentment, love and hatred, even life and death, in the eyes of these stars and the moon, what is it like?

Fengrou laughed dumbfounded because of her sudden insanity.

If Xingzi and Mingyue knew about it, they would also think that the people who are fighting in this world are ridiculous, right?

A hundred years later, what is a handful of loess, what you cared about during your lifetime, and your reputation after death?

As if enlightened, Fengrou suddenly realized something.

She suddenly thought of something, and told her personal maid: "Go and get those scrolls from the dark cabinet behind the ancient shelf in the side hall."

The personal maid took the order, and soon returned with a few scrolls.

Fengrou unfolded one of them.

Through the bright moonlight, she saw the contents of that scroll——

In the misty rain, on the broken bridge, a tall woman stood alone holding a bamboo umbrella.She turned her back to the picture, looking at that posture, she should be staring at the lonely mountain in the distance.

The style of the whole painting is simple and can never be called exquisite, but it contains the painter's feelings, and has clearly described the water charm of the south of the Yangtze River and the faint loneliness.

It's not the first time Feng Rou has seen this painting.Since she got this painting, she has seen it under the lamp several times, and she is also clear about the details.

But no matter how clear it is, when I see this painting again on this cool moonlit night, the feeling of loneliness still rushes directly through the paper.

Fengrou let out a silent sigh.

For the scene in the painting, but also for my state of mind at this moment.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

Feng Rou was slightly startled, and quickly rolled up the scroll, but the visitor had already seen it.

The maid next to her saw the visitor and hurriedly bowed her body to salute.

The visitor also returned a half salute to the maid in a very polite manner, and then bowed to Feng Rou: "I have seen your mother!"

Hearing the voice, Feng Rou regained his composure, temporarily loosened his hand holding the painting scroll, and said slowly, "Your Majesty Tang, don't be too polite."

Tang Yi stood up straight in a good manner, but his eyes couldn't help but still linger on the painting scroll under Feng Rou's palm.

Feng Rou looked at the personal maid standing beside her, and ordered: "Go and serve tea for Mr. Tang!"

The maid should be busy.

Hearing this, Tang Yi wanted to decline, but then he thought that he could be alone with Fengrou, so he hurriedly suppressed this thought, and his joy came spontaneously.

"I went to Ganzhou with His Royal Highness Princess Wu Guochang. I just returned to Beijing today. It's too late to paint for my empress. Please don't worry about my empress. Rong Chen for two days." Tang Yi couldn't hold back the joy of being alone with Fengrou, and couldn't care less about greetings. bluntly.

"Every time Mr. Tang goes out, when he returns to Beijing, he draws a painting of the place he went and sends it to me. It has been 15 years and he has already sent nine paintings to me..." Fengrou smiled wryly.

She suddenly put away her expression, stared at Tang Yi intently, and said coldly: "What exactly is Master Tang doing?"

When Tang Yi was questioned so seriously by her, he suddenly felt nervous. Facing those cool and soft eyes, Tang Yi's heart was both joyful and sad.

"What purpose can I have?" Tang Yi laughed at himself.

"I'm a warrior, and I can't write essays, let alone poems and songs. The only thing I'm good at is that I have learned some painting skills since I was a child..."

She said, lowering her eyes, as if she didn't dare to face Fengrou's gaze.

"My lady is in this deep palace, isn't she lonely? Isn't she lonely? I think that my lady is lonely, lonely..."

Listening to Tang Yi's chatter, Feng Rou narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously unhappy.

However, without waiting for her to reprimand Tang Yi for "losing etiquette", Tang Yi immediately said: "I feel sorry for what the empress has endured... In my heart, the empress should be happy in the mountains and rivers, and even happy in the mountains and rivers." Characters... I can only forcefully capture the mountains and rivers I see on paper, so that my mother can enjoy the beauty of this world except this world..."

Hearing these words, Feng Rou was dazed, and had already forgotten the reproach he wanted to utter.

Except for sometimes sleeping in Qinzheng Palace for government affairs, Yuan Youqi stayed in Fengyi Palace most nights.

Since she ascended the throne, Empress Dowager Wei moved out of Fengyi Palace and moved to Shoukang Palace to take care of her.Fengyi Palace was vacated.

It stands to reason that Fengyi Palace was originally the queen's residence.Yuan Youqi didn't have a queen, so naturally no one moved in.

When Empress Dowager Wei just moved out of Fengyi Palace, a group of courtiers were still waiting to see Concubine Feng move into Fengyi Palace.After all, Concubine Feng is in charge of Fengyin.And the former Emperor Zhuangzong had old rules to follow. Didn’t the former Emperor Zhuangzong not have a queen for many years?Concubine Wei Xian, who is in charge of Fengyin, lives in Fengyi Palace.

However, the outcome of the matter was completely beyond the expectations of the officials——

The emperor really followed the rules and placed Concubine Feng in Jingning Palace, which was suitable for her status as a noble concubine, while leaving Fengyi Palace empty, no, it should be said that Fengyi Palace became the emperor's own bedroom.

How could the people of Great Wei be rich and the country strong, so poor that they could even save money on offerings to the emperor's bedroom?

This is definitely not the reason why the emperor used Fengyi Palace as his bedroom.

Therefore, some people speculated that because the emperor lived with the queen mother in Fengyi Palace when he was a child, he still has feelings for it now?

They didn't know that from the day they moved into Fengyi Palace, Yuan Youqi moved all the things that Gu Heng had used in Yanlai Palace, including Gu Heng's clothes, jewelry, and Gu Heng's clothes. The bedding and the used rouge were all sealed up in Fengyi Palace by Yuan Youqi.

And that Yanlai Palace was permanently sealed by her.

For more than fifteen years, Yuan Youqi slept in Fengyi Palace on the same bed that Gu Heng who moved from Yanlai Palace once slept on.Surrounding her are the rhombic mirror that Gu Heng once used, and the embroidered pier that Gu Heng once sat on...

Hanging on the couch are bed curtains in Gu Heng's favorite color and pattern; in Fengyi Palace, the fragrance from Gu Heng's body is permeating...

In order to configure the aura that belonged exclusively to Gu Heng, Yuan Youqi did not know how many skilled craftsmen were found, and how much thought was spent on it.Although the final scent was different from that on Gu Heng's body, it was more or less similar.

Living in such an environment every day, Yuan Youqi's only wish is to have Gu Heng fall asleep one day.The deep-rooted lovesickness in reality cannot be touched or found, and it is good to have a little tenderness in the dream.

However, nearly 16 years have passed, she has looked forward to and thought about it countless times, but she has never dreamed of Gu Heng.

Yuan Youqi strongly suspects that the phrase "thinking by day, dreaming at night" is a bluff.

Now, she was lying on this couch again.

The huge bedroom was extremely quiet, no one dared to disturb her racing thoughts, and all the topics about the name "Mochi" came to her mind during the day.

Knowing that it was a trap, Yuan Youqi couldn't help itching.

She desperately wanted to meet this woman named Mochi in person.

She was even more annoyed by this woman named Mochi, because this woman dared to touch the softest and most untouchable existence in her heart.

Yuan Youqi stared at the lines on the bed curtain, secretly gritted his teeth——

When she finds out the details of Yuan Chun and the man named Mochi, she will never let them go!

That night, Yuan Youqi didn't know when he fell asleep.

After a full sleep, the next day is the usual morning.

After the morning court, Yuan Youqi took Tang Xi and the elite guards and sneaked out of the palace in disguise.

The author has something to say: see you in the next chapter.

Xiaoyou, Baoxiang, why is your head so green?